"Funny. Really." James snarled in response to him being king of opinions. But he couldn't deny the truth. He was in fact an asshole. There really wasn't anything he could do to change that. He had tried and failed. He would always fail. It seemed that that was the only thing he was good at. There he went with the self hate again. He really needed to work on that, but it was difficult not to hate yourself when everyone around you did.
He filled up the shot glass when it was slid towards him and then raised the bottle to his lips. He nearly choked on it, eyes watering as the amber liquid burned its way down. "Ha!" He said, and then scoffed. "Home." That word was just.. well it was like salt to an open wound. "Why bother?" No one else would. Everyone that had given the least little bit of a shit about him had either turned their back on him or died.
"Life is shit, ya know?" He said it rather suddenly and rather matter of fact. "And it's like... you know it's shit and you try to fix it and it just gets even worse. The more ya try, the worse it is. Makes it hard not to wish..." He let his words trail off then and shook his head. "Never mind." The bottle was brought to his lips once more, another eye burning swig compounding his issues.